Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

The little devil pointed at Monk Wei and Master Jueyuan and asked with interest.

"Huang Sang, where did those two monks come from?"

When the translator saw this, he thought, isn’t this an opportunity to make merit and receive a reward?

"Taijun, those two you are talking about are the ones I personally found for you on the street a few days ago after much trouble. They are both well-known monks. I heard that the bald head of the Nationalist government once talked to them about Buddhism."

Within these ten steps, he was probably the only one who could talk to Monk Wei and Master Jueyuan.

Therefore, the translator spoke nonsense without any scruples, and even wanted to praise Master Jueyuan as the reincarnation of Tathagata or the rebirth of Xuanzang.

At this moment, the memorial service for the souls of the dead has begun. Master Jueyuan is thinking of the countless compatriots who have passed away and is shedding tears. The distant sound of chanting is light and ethereal but like a huge bell, constantly striking the hearts of everyone present.

Chun Shang looked at the thin but vigorous Jueyuan, and felt a bit of respect and fear in his heart, and his movements and thoughts actually slowed down a bit.

"Huh," Chun Shang exhaled and shook his head.

"Huang Sang, please invite that master over later."

The translator nodded happily. This was a good opportunity for him to take credit.

However, the Japanese soldiers behind Chun Shang disagreed.

"Mr. Chunshang, the Eighth Route Army and underground armed forces are elusive right now, so be careful and don't get close to these Chinese people!"

"Baga, you are such a coward! There are hundreds of warriors from the empire here, and you can't even protect me and my mother?"

At Chunshang's insistence, Master Jueyuan insisted on taking Monk Wei under the eaves, but they were still five or six meters away from Chunshang.

Monk Wei looked at Chunshang with triangular eyes and suddenly felt disgusted. This little Japanese devil, as sinister and vicious as a snake, had countless Chinese blood on his hands.

Monk Wei glanced towards the commanding heights in the distance and seemed to see Wang Xikui's shadow, but his sniper rifle could only hit where Monk Wei was standing now, and could not reach Chunshang under the eaves.

Chunshang stood up and bowed to Master Jueyuan.

"May I ask the master's Buddhist name?"

"I'm Jueyuan, and the person next to you is my disciple, Qijie."

"Master, as a soldier of the Empire, it is my duty to obey the orders of the Emperor. For the sake of the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Belt, I have done some helpless things. Please forgive me!"

"Amitabha, the law of reincarnation is just like this, the donor does not need to mind it."

Chun Shang felt a little relieved. He only heard "Don't mind it", but he didn't notice that there was another sentence before it, "Things go on like this."

Chunshang's mother looked at Master Jueyuan, who was compassionate and calm, as if radiating Buddha's light. Her pounding heart seemed to calm down a little, and she felt a little better.

The filial son Chun Shang hurriedly stood up and half-knelt beside his mother's knees.

"Mom, are you feeling better?"

"Much better, Chunshang. After listening to Master Jueyuan's chanting, I feel as if the burden on my shoulders has been lightened a lot, and my mind is much clearer."

"Mother, what about the chanting of other mages?"

"It's a mess, a mess."

Chunshang had an idea in his mind. It seemed that his mother had the same idea as him. These other monks were just Mr. Nan Guo who were filling in the numbers and were just trying to get the sky-high labor fees offered by the headquarters.

"Master, can you please come into the inner room and discuss Buddhism with my mother and me? I have already solved the problem in my mother's heart."

Master Jueyuan nodded, and surrounded by a group of officers, he and Monk Wei were brought into Chunshang's private courtyard.

After entering the main hall of the courtyard, Master Jueyuan and Chunshang's mother were arranged to sit in the main seats, while Chunshang and Monk Wei stood on both sides respectively.

Some other Japanese officers were also standing aside, and the whole hall seemed dark and gloomy.

Harukami's mother frowned slightly, and her face, which had just relaxed, became solemn again.

"Chun Shang, let these soldiers leave. Mother is frightened by the sight of these swords and guns."

Harukami hesitated, after all, there had been several assassination incidents recently.

"Amitabha, if the qi flows, it will flow. If the qi doesn't flow, how can it be comfortable?"

Chun Shang waved his hand, and despite the Japanese officers' objections, he drove them all out and closed the door.

"Master, is my mother really haunted by a wronged spirit?"

Master Jueyuan shouted the Buddha's name again.

"Donor, Buddhism emphasizes cause and effect. If there is a cause, there must be an effect. From your appearance, I can see that you have committed some sins of killing. I dare to guess that the number of lives you have killed is no less than one hundred."

Chunmian's expression became alert, but then turned fierce again.

"Master, I am a soldier, and sometimes I have no choice."

The little devil took out a notebook from his pocket and started flipping through the pages.

Monk Wei quietly leaned over and took a look. The writing was densely packed.

"Master Jueyuan, to be honest, all the souls recorded in this notebook are those who died under my sword. To be honest, I am suffering every day now. Please enlighten me, so that I can travel light and make new contributions to the empire!"

Monk Wei was so angry that his teeth itched. The damn Japanese were killing people while they were suffering? And they wanted to travel light and kill more Chinese?

Monk Wei broke his "Seven Precepts" again.

Master Jueyuan was still mysterious, with a slight smile on his face.

Master Jueyuan began to beat the wooden fish and chant scriptures. The distant sounds made Chunshang and his mother feel particularly happy.

After a while, Master Jueyuan slowly opened his eyes.

"Every cause has its effect. Donor, if you want to reduce your karma and give your mother peace, it depends on you! Come closer!"

When Chunshang heard that there was a solution to the problem, and seeing that Master Jueyuan looked like an old man, he warned Monk Wei to step back.

Monk Wei quietly moved behind Chunshang's old mother.

Master Jueyuan took a deep breath, picked up the wooden fish stick in his hand, and spoke to Chunshang.

"Donor, look at this wooden fish awl. From the front it looks smooth and harmless, but from the back it looks a lot sharper, doesn't it?"

Master Jueyuan then stood up the other end of the wooden fish stick and gestured in front of Chunshang.

The little devil's eyes lit up in Chunshang, as if he had understood the Zen meaning and was ecstatic.

"Master, I understand! What it means is that everything has a good side and a bad side. We should forget the bad and only look at the good! Master, I understand!"

"No!"